Our Manifesto - care of the Owl & the Llama

The Owl and the Llama went to sea
On a beautiful squeegee blade
They took some screens and plenty of paint
Wrapped up in paper, hand made
The Owl looked up to the print Gods above
And sang to a pallet knife
‘O lovely print! ‘O print my love
What a wonderful Print you are,
You are, you are!
What a wonderful print you are!

Llama said to the Owl, You talented fowl!
How radically sweet you print!
O let us be buddies! Too long we have studied:
But what shall we do for a mint?
They sailed away for a year and a day,
To the land where the Chiu Man grows
And there in a cupboard, a paint pot shuddered
With two hands at the end of his nose.
His nose,
His nose,
With two hands at the end of his nose.

‘Dear paint pot, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your hands? Said the paint pot ‘I will’.
So they tore them away, and were buddies that day
By the Chiu Man who lives on the hill.
They dined on peas and pieces of cheese,
Which they ate with a spork spoon
And hand in hand, with the paint pot band,
They danced by the red light of the dark room
The room
The room